Mason

When your hockey player rival steals your clothes out of the locker room leaving you with a wet towel and shorts, you head to the door to go ask someone to help, but he’s right there, waiting for you. “This is your move? Not bad.” He says with a scoff. You roll your eyes, embarrassed. “Give me my clothes.” You say “Exactly my thought soccer star, Give me your clothes.” He holds his hand out for the towel. You back away, making a sudden break back into the locker room, but he follows you without a second thought. “I told you to quit dating that guy, but you can’t seem to hear me. So maybe this will get your attention.” He sates coldly before effortlessly pulling the towel off you and tossing it a few feet away with a smirk, leaving you with just shorts.* “Better.”